“Our fingers unlace so slowly that I am certain some part of me has been left behind on her fingertips.” — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
The information. Every bit that of information that was ever in your brain. But the information is not the mind Jenna. That we've never accomplished before. What we've done with you is groundbreaking. We cracked the code. The mind is… — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
“Once upon a time, there was a man as great as the gods… But even the great can tremble with fear. Even the great… — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share
“abuelita speaks no english. she doesn't need to, zoe thinks. her smile fills and communicates so much more than the empty, half-said words of… — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share
... Change doesn't happen overnight-it's molded by people who don't give up — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share
There are all kinds of friends you make in life... But there's something different about someone who spreads their wings with you. — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share
“It is good to have many strengths, Natiya...Do not sacrifice one kind of strength for another” — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share
“Somewhere beyond all that, on an unseeable horizon, was Morrighan and all the people who lived there, going about their lives, unaware. My brothers.… — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share
“I play the if game too, Tavish. It´s practically a hobby of mine, but I´ve found it´s a game of endless possibilities with no… — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share
“He leaned back, the misery in his eyes cutting through me. "But they're only wishes Lia, because you've made promises and so have I.… — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share
Father says it will come in time. “Time heals,” he says. I don’t tell him that I don’t know what time is. — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share
There is something about her eyes. Eyes don't breathe. I know that much. But hers look breathless. — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share
But remember, child, we may all have our own story and destiny, and sometimes our seemingly bad fortune, but we're all part of a… — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share
“I looked at her, unsure how to answer. Even after everything Mikael had done, every day I had to let go again. He was… — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share
